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There were many days early in our marriage when we spent most of the weekend in bed enjoying each other. Sex was (and is) a huge part of our relationship, not just for the pleasure, but for the feelings of closeness and togetherness.
We were making the most of this particular Saturday morning. She was on top of me, sliding up and down on my cock, breaking from that once in a while to grind her pussy hard against me. The sunlight streaming into the room drenched her body and added to her beauty. Her petite five-foot three inch tall, 32-B-cup breasts, 26-inch waist, and 36-inch hips (she gave me her measurements and clothes sizes around the time we got married. I’ve forgotten the sizes, but never the measurements), one hundred and five pound body along with her breathtakingly pretty face, long brown hair and blue eyes added up to perfection. Riding my cock, bathed in morning sunlight, she was a goddess. My goddess.
She stopped moving and told me to lie still for a second. I did, and then felt the most amazing sensation. Her pussy clenched my cock from bottom to top and then released it. She did it a few more times, it was wonderful! Each time her pussy muscles unclenched from around my cock, it gave a strong, involuntary jerk inside her. It felt like she could control whether her pussy started clenching at the base of my cock, or the tip. Starting at the base was heaven.
“Do you like that?” she asked with a big smile on her face. She already knew the answer from my moan and the jerk of my cock.
“God, yes. How did you learn that?”
“I didn’t learn it. It’s just something I can do. I think all girls can do it” She did it a few more times. Each time my body responded the same way. I’m pretty sure each response from me carried a small spurt of pre-cum with it.
Looking down at me she said,” I need you to promise not to move. If you move I’ll stop.”
I nodded my head and said, “I promise.”
She started in again. The pleasure got more intense the more she did it. Ever so slowly she was building me up to a wonderful climax. It was getting harder to stay motionless.
I was getting close. I gave a tiny thrust.
She stopped. “I told you not to move! ” She started lifting herself off of me.
I grabbed her hips and held her in place. “I’m sorry. Please don’t stop! I promise I won’t move again.”
“She smiled at me. “Well I’m not sure what your promise is worth, you already broke it once.” Then her pussy squeezed me again.
I don’t really know how long it lasted. As she brought me closer to climax it became harder and harder to stay still. It was taking all my concentration and strength not to move, which , in turn, delayed my orgasm even further. Through the haze of pleasure, we were looking into each other’s eyes.
Another squeeze, another responding jerk, followed this time by an amazing spasm and the eruption of cum, filling her pussy with a deluge of semen. I was looking in her eyes and at the first spurt, they got wide and unfocused. She moaned. I was groaning with each new squirt. Four, five, six spasms, I was empty. She was full.
She reached down and pressed my balls up, against my body, pushing any remaining cum out of them. Then she lifted up a little and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, jerked it up and down a couple times and actually got another tiny spasm for her effort.
She put her hand between her legs, pushing her lips closed as he lifted off of me, not wanting any cum to leak out yet. She laid down beside me on her back and slid a pillow under her butt to raise her pussy and slow the leaking. She liked to keep as much in her as she could for as long as possible.
We stayed like that, with my arm around her, in silence, recovering for a long time. Then she asked me, “Was it worth it?”
“More than worth it. I may have a new favorite wat to do it,” I told her.
“You’re going to have to work on not moving. You were moving quite a bit at the end. You’ll need to do better.” She laughed.
“Ok,” I told her, “but you’ll need to help me practice.”
“Oh, believe me, I will”